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conviction that drew him to her.
It was over a month ago that she’d chewed him out in front of half the town, and yet he’d risk her tongue lashing for one more chance to make things right.
He was no fool. He knew what his father had done to Bettie and Russell’s barn, and he couldn’t blame Callie for standing up for her sister like she did. But how could he prove to her that he’d had no part in the plot? He needed her to realize that if he had he known what his father was planning, he would have put a stop to it, or at the very least warned them.
It was too late for that though. The damage was done and, even though he’d showed up to help rebuild the barn, he’d been chased away. Her angry words still rang in his ears.
The grin spread over his face and he shook his head ruefully. He was a glutton for punishment. Why fancy a woman like Callie knowing she’d only berate him and send him away if he ever showed his face around her again?
I could use a little help here, Lord.
He thought back to Reverend Victor’s sermon on judgment and forgiveness. Maybe, just maybe, he could hope that Callie would practice forgiveness and refrain from judging him because of his father. If only there was a way he could show her who he really was without her defenses going up.
Wade finished off the can of beans and pulled off his boots. He lay back on his bed to read his Bible before he went to sleep. Maybe Callie couldn’t forgive him for his association with his father, but at least he knew for certain that the Lord did. That was as comfort he could rest in.
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“ Homestead HOPE: Essie’s Story ”
Excerpt from Book 4 of the “Dakota Mail Order Brides” Series
Chapter 1
Yankton, South Dakota | February 1864
“Can you come get the baby?” Winnie called out.
Essie jolted back to the present from her daydream. She’d been sitting on a log overlooking a river. A handsome young man whose face she couldn’t quite see had offered his arm to her for a walk.
“Yes,” she called out, “Be right there.”
Essie carefully put down the book she’d borrowed from one of the older women at church and rushed to the room where Winnie sat with baby Jeremiah.
“I’m sorry, I just need to rest, and he wants to be up and about. You don’t mind do you?”
“No, not at all.” Essie took the wiggling bundle and pressed him close to her. He smelled sweet and felt soft against her skin. “Rest well, sister.”
Winnie gave her a grateful smile and leaned back against the pillows. “I will. Thank you.”
Essie carefully backed out of the door and closed it with her free hand. She turned to Jeremiah and whispered, “What shall we do, then?”
He gurgled in response and she laughed. Her nephew was the most precious thing she’d seen and she loved taking care of him most days. It was a lot to handle, though. Her older sisters were now all married, and she floated between their homes like wayfaring stranger. She was with Winnie now because her sister needed help adjusting to life as a mother, but she knew she’d be back with Bettie or Callie soon.
She sighed and tossed out a blanket and placed the baby on his back, dangling a toy made of rags above his head. As he reached up and tried to capture the toy, he made happy gurgling noises. Essie’s mind wandered, as it often did.
She wanted her chance at romance. Seeing Winnie and Russell on a daily basis made her incredibly happy and yet slightly jealous. Then, of course, Bettie and Victor had fallen in love and, once they were married, Callie and Wade hadn’t been far behind.
Jeremiah grasped the rag and pulled with surprising strength and Essie laughed.
“Well now, aren’t you already the strong young man?”
He grinned up at her and reached out for the toy again.
If only she could
It was over a month ago that she’d chewed him out in front of half the town, and yet he’d risk her tongue lashing for one more chance to make things right.
He was no fool. He knew what his father had done to Bettie and Russell’s barn, and he couldn’t blame Callie for standing up for her sister like she did. But how could he prove to her that he’d had no part in the plot? He needed her to realize that if he had he known what his father was planning, he would have put a stop to it, or at the very least warned them.
It was too late for that though. The damage was done and, even though he’d showed up to help rebuild the barn, he’d been chased away. Her angry words still rang in his ears.
The grin spread over his face and he shook his head ruefully. He was a glutton for punishment. Why fancy a woman like Callie knowing she’d only berate him and send him away if he ever showed his face around her again?
I could use a little help here, Lord.
He thought back to Reverend Victor’s sermon on judgment and forgiveness. Maybe, just maybe, he could hope that Callie would practice forgiveness and refrain from judging him because of his father. If only there was a way he could show her who he really was without her defenses going up.
Wade finished off the can of beans and pulled off his boots. He lay back on his bed to read his Bible before he went to sleep. Maybe Callie couldn’t forgive him for his association with his father, but at least he knew for certain that the Lord did. That was as comfort he could rest in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
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“ Homestead HOPE: Essie’s Story ”
Excerpt from Book 4 of the “Dakota Mail Order Brides” Series
Chapter 1
Yankton, South Dakota | February 1864
“Can you come get the baby?” Winnie called out.
Essie jolted back to the present from her daydream. She’d been sitting on a log overlooking a river. A handsome young man whose face she couldn’t quite see had offered his arm to her for a walk.
“Yes,” she called out, “Be right there.”
Essie carefully put down the book she’d borrowed from one of the older women at church and rushed to the room where Winnie sat with baby Jeremiah.
“I’m sorry, I just need to rest, and he wants to be up and about. You don’t mind do you?”
“No, not at all.” Essie took the wiggling bundle and pressed him close to her. He smelled sweet and felt soft against her skin. “Rest well, sister.”
Winnie gave her a grateful smile and leaned back against the pillows. “I will. Thank you.”
Essie carefully backed out of the door and closed it with her free hand. She turned to Jeremiah and whispered, “What shall we do, then?”
He gurgled in response and she laughed. Her nephew was the most precious thing she’d seen and she loved taking care of him most days. It was a lot to handle, though. Her older sisters were now all married, and she floated between their homes like wayfaring stranger. She was with Winnie now because her sister needed help adjusting to life as a mother, but she knew she’d be back with Bettie or Callie soon.
She sighed and tossed out a blanket and placed the baby on his back, dangling a toy made of rags above his head. As he reached up and tried to capture the toy, he made happy gurgling noises. Essie’s mind wandered, as it often did.
She wanted her chance at romance. Seeing Winnie and Russell on a daily basis made her incredibly happy and yet slightly jealous. Then, of course, Bettie and Victor had fallen in love and, once they were married, Callie and Wade hadn’t been far behind.
Jeremiah grasped the rag and pulled with surprising strength and Essie laughed.
“Well now, aren’t you already the strong young man?”
He grinned up at her and reached out for the toy again.
If only she could
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